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Normal type Journal
Bold type Actual happeningsHi again. Transfiguration has once again proved to be terribly easy. In the first five minutes after the old bat stopped talking I had completed the spell and was able to sit back and write. Wonder how long it'll be today until she sees me done and comes and points out something wrong with my work.
You see it's sort of a daily occurrence. I succeed. She sees me succeed. She points out a meaningless and/or not even there mistake. I lose house points and am made to transfigure ten or more things. Tis the circle of life. Don't ask. Some muggle thing I picked up off a few muggleborns.
It's in a movie about some talking lion. I'm still trying to figure out why the muggles knew of a talking lion and were able to make a film about it. I suppose they must be smarter then they look. Argh, there goes my pureblood training talking again. Hey, you try having a concept drilled into your head since the day you were born and then never letting it seep through every once and a while.
Mcgonagall's glaring at me again. Or trying to anyway. Gryffindors cannot glare, sneer, smirk, and be sarcastic, etc. successfully. It's an unwritten rule that they unknowingly abide to. It's actually quite funny watching them try. I'd laugh but then what type of Slytherin would I be? A shunned one.
I think she's trying to tell me that I better stop writing and get working or else. Oooo or else! No! I'm terrified. Snort Uh-huh. And Look Malfoy's wearing red and gold today. Sweet Merlin that woman is hopeless. A bloody hypocrite too. She rants about how Professor Snape favours his own house and well he does but it's not like she doesn't! Just because I'm a Slytherin she picks on me. Old bat.
Oh look. She's getting up and walking this way. What horrid punishment shall I undergo today? Maybe I'll have to transfigure something for the class. Ooo hard. Wait, she's seen the journal. What if she tries to read it? No, not even she is that stupid. Gryffindor idiocy goes a long way but… oh Merlin apparently she is the stupid. No, no, no. Back away. Just turn around. Ah, sh-.
"May I see what you are writing Miss Parkinson?" Professor Mcgonagall asked with a false sweet voice. 'No, you bloody well may not,' Pansy thought irritably before saying, "Professor, I'm sorry. I'll put it away just.." Professor Mcgonagall caught her off, all sweetness in her voice gone, "Give me the book Miss Parkinson."
Pansy mentally winced as she nodded and handed over the book. Then inconspicuously she began to gather all her belongings into her bag and shrugged it on. She then braced herself to snatch the journal and run like hell as soon as Mcgonagall opened the book.
I was going to end it here but that would have been too short again. So take this time to enjoy the cliff hanger-y goodness.
The second Professor Mcgonagall cracked open the tome she was greeted by a shrill cry of "Intruder!" She dropped the book and Pansy caught it and began to sprint away from the now bright blue, shrunken, deaf, blind, and unable to talk Professor Mcgonagall.
She didn't stop running until she reached the safety of the Slytherin common room.
Well that was interesting. Wish I could have stuck around to appreciate my work but hey, Transfiguration is with the Gryffindors who have a streak for telling on all Slytherins even for the smallest of things. Safe here though. Until the entire tale winds it's way to Professor Snape's ears. Then I'll get a soft reprimanding and be told not to do it again while he smirks at my stunt.
He's quite predictable but there's this feeling I get when he's around. Like he's hiding something. If he is he's doing a pretty good job of it though I do have one guess. I think he's a death eater. That's why he's so bent against Harry Potter and them and so kind to the Slytherins. It'd make perfect sense.
But what am I supposed to do about. Walk up to him and say, "Morning Professor. Sorry to bother you but I was just wondering if you were a death eater." Yeah. Think of the millions of interesting things that could sprout out of that. Very few of them leave me completely intact.
And what if he was? I don't think I'd be able to look at him the same. I mean, Merlin, a death eater! Loyal to V-v-ol…You-know-who. How cruel and heartless do you get? But I surprised you there. Nope, I'm not one of the people here who are looking forward to being initiated. I'm actually dreading it quite fiercely.
Just before school my parents and I got a letter that read:
On the 12th day of the 12th month at the 12th hour 12 shall be welcomed into my ranks. Be there.
Then the letter went up in flames. My parents were so proud but horribly stiff and lacking… a lot. I pretended to be ecstatic. After all, I suppose Dumbledore could use a few good spies in his order of whatever it is. I have to go and speak with him about this but that can wait until the whole Mcgonagall incident blows over. I think he's quite fond of her. But that is none of my business and I am grateful that it isn't. I really just don't want to know.
It appears that lunch is now ending. Time for potions, again, with the Gryffindors. Oh joy.
Pansy Parkinson
A/N: Another chapter. Hey, they're getting longer. I'm just getting back into the swing of things you know? Didn't you just love the sweet dash of ignorance? I found it quite amusing to write. Well, you know the drill: Review or else! Reader: Or else what? Me: You'll just have to wait and see. Smirks Oh yes and thanks to Moonchesse, my lone reviewer. 'Spose I'll dedicate the chapter to you as well. ;)
